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A FEW POEMS, 



C, D. BRADLEE, 

Pastor 'of the Church at Harrison Square, Boston, Mass. 



SECOND SERIES. 



1880. 



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A FEW POEMS 



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CyD:/BRADLEE, 

Pastor of the Church at Harrison Square, Boston, Mass. 



SECOND SERIES. 



1880. 




DEDICATED 

TO 

MY FRIEND AND MY FATHER'S FRIEND, 
FRANCIS J. HUMPHREY. 



CO^TEN^TS 



Page. 

Tup: Lord's Prayeii 7—13 

Francis J. Humphrp:y 14 

Mrs. Hyde 15 

Miss Viola Waterman 16 

Lent 17 

Lucy Child 18 

WiNSLOw Gay 19 

Easter Poem 20 

For the Funeral of Mrs. Geo. E. King . 21 

A Prayer 22 

For the 99tii Birthday of Mrs. IIewes . . 23 

Prince Albert . . . . '. . . . 24 

God's Christmas Gift 25 

WiNSLOw Lewis, M.D 26 

One Hundredth Birthday of Mrs. Hewes . 26 

A Day Lost 27 

Albert Thorwoldsen 28 

Murillo 30 

Elizabeth W. Everett 32 

In Memoriam 33 

Our Departed Ones 34 

Christmas Poem 35 

Anniversary Poem 36 



6 contents. 

Grace, Mercy, Peace .....-• 37 

94th Birthday of Mr. Thaddeus Allen . . 38 

A General and a Special Providence . . 39 

Eev. Kathaniel Hall 39 

My Creed 40 

Pertjgino Pietro 41 

Where is God ? 42 

George H. Gay, Jr 43 

Miss M. A. Etheridge . . . . . . 44 

Cosmo de Medici 45 

Prayer for Dying Ones 47 

Hon. Henry Wilson 47 

Mrs. Bayfield . 48 

All Souls' Day 49 

In Memoriam 50 

The New Year : The Old Year . . . .51 

A Sick Person's Prayer 52 

Baptismal Hymn 53 

To King Humbert, of Italy .... 54 

Poem 54 



David Clapp & Son, Printers. 



A FE\V POEMS. 



OUR FATHER. 



Our Father! that precious name 
Which brings our God so near; 

May its sweet grace our hearts inflame, 
And take away our fear! 

Father! that dear and holy word, 
All filled with love and power; 

A gift, by sacred lips conferred 
At a most iieedy hour I 

Father ! yes, each of us a child 

Of the Almighty King ! 
God grant our hearts, all pure and mild, 

May grateful tributes bring. 

Our Father, on earth, in heaven, 
So dear throughout all time. 

To each of us let there be given 
A blessing from Thy clime ! 



A FEW POEMS. 



WHO ART IN HEAVEN. 

Who art in Heaven ! tliat world above, 
Where saints their Father meet; 

That splendid land of light and love, 
And blessedness complete! 

Who art in Heaven ! our future rest, 

If we on earth are true ; 
If God our souls has richly blessed, 

Made clean, and white, and new ! 

Who art in Heaven ! a place within 

The centre of the heart; 
If we are ever free from sin, 

And bid all wrong depart ! 

Who art in Heaven ! that gracious place, 

That home of joy and peace. 
Where souls are filled with truth and grace, 

And pleasures never cease ! 



HALLOWED BE THY NAME. 

All holy be thy name, and great. 
And grand, God, we pray; 

And 0, reveal thy royal state, 
As we our liomage pay. 



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And make us good, and pure, and kind, 
And full of truth and lij^lit; 

Of happy heart, and sacred mind, 
And stead}' to the right! 

Each idle thought, and wicked word, 
Remove from lip and heart; 

And be thy grace on all conferred. 
And mighty love impart ! 

For thus we'd like to bless thy name. 
By deeds that thou'lt approve ! 

We praise Thee best, with loud acclaim, 
By works of peace and love ! 



THY KINGDOVI COME. 

Thy Kingdom come, Father grant. 
With glory and with power ! 

No more we wish, no more we want, 
As our eternal dower ! 

Its peace let down, its splendor shed. 

Its beauty let us feel ! 
With angel's food let us be fed, 

And mighty love reveal ! 

Thy Kingdom come, and chase away 
All other kingdoms, Lord ! 

Be thou alone our stafl' and stay ; 
And holy help afibrd. 



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Th}' Kingdom come, through Christ the Son, 
When breath shall cease to be, 

When mortal life its race has run, 
That Kingdom let us see ! 



THY WILL BE DONE ON EARTH, AS IT IS 
IN HEAVEN. 

Thy will be done! God, thy will, 

So sweet, so good, so pure ; 
Say to each trembling heart, Be still ! 

Make all, in Thee, secure. 

Thy will 1 though darkness close us round. 

And grief is at our side ; 
We'll say, while bending to the ground, 

Let God alone decide ! 

Thy will ! though veiled, and sharp, and sad. 

And full of fire and pain ; 
Thy will ! for nothing can be bad, 

That will, must be our gain ! 

Thy will, through Christ, be always done, 

With each and every heart ; 
And wilt thou, most Holy One, 

Thy healing help impart. 



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GIVE US THIS DAY OUR DAILY BREAD. 

Give us this day our daily bread ! 

Let us by sacred truth be fed. 
'Tis bread from heaven thy children need ; 

God, that holy bread concede ! 

The body wants thy daily care, 

That it may all things do and dare; 

More strength it-craves, more life, more peace. 
God, those splendid gifts increase ! 

The mind is weak, and longs for light, 
And seeks for clearer, deeper sight, 

And knows that all to God must go. 
That He may gracious help bestow. 

The soul is stained, and wants a cure, 
And would at once all good secure ! 

God, send bread, a grand supply. 
And hear thy children's plaintive cry! 



FORGIVE US OUR DEBTS, AS WE FORGIVE 
OUR DEBTORS. 

Forgive our debts ! God, they 're large, 
We cannot bear the heavy charge ! 

Forgive, God, as we forgive. 
And let us in thy presence live. 



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As we forgive ! teach us how ! 

Humbly we stand before Thee now, 
And know how hard to look away 

From wrongs that meet us, day by day. 

Make us, God, right good and kind, 
And let no anger stir the mind ; 

And as we hope thy grace to feel, 
Teach us our temper to conceal ! 

Almighty God, forgive and bless. 
And fill us with thy righteousness ! 

Patient and gentle let us be, 

And filled with peace, by thy decree ! 



LEAD US NOT INTO TEMPTATION, BUT 
DELIVER US FROM EVIL. 

Father, do not let us go 

In ways of sin, and paths of woe ; 

But save us all from shame and wrong, 
And let us all to Thee belong! 

May hands and hearts be kept away 
From all things tainted with decay ! 

And make us ever brave and true, 
And really glad thy work to do ! 

If dangers come, and foes arise, 

And we are filled with pains and sighs. 



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send at once thy mighty aid, 
And do not let us be dismayed ! 

For bold we'll stand, when God is near, 
We'll have no dread, and feel no fear; 

Thy Rod and Staff will keep us right, 
And make us victors in the fight ! 



FOR THINE IS THE KINGDOIVh, AND THE 

POWER, AND THE GLORY, FOREVER 

AND EV£R, AMEN. 

God, the Kingdom shall be thine ! 

And ever shall thy glory shine ! 
Thy power is grand; thy truth so bright, 

That it will fill us all with light ! 

Thy law is good, thy mercy sure. 
And thou wilt help us to endure 

All things that come, from day to day. 
To shade our path, and hedge our way. 

And may our lips be filled with praise. 
And in our hearts let us raise 

A holy tribute to thy name ! 

God, light up the grateful flame ! 

And then the prayer the Lord has taught. 
Which o'er our souls a rest has brought, 

Will fill those souls with peace and love. 
And fix their gaze on Heaven above ! 
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14 A FEW POEMS. 

FRANCIS J. HUMPHREY, 

1812. May 17. 1880. 

All hail, my friend, a holy cheer, 

On this, your natal day ! 
May all things bi-ight and good appear, 

We do most humbly pray. 

In childhood's hour we knew your name. 

In the old ark, our iiome, 
Where with your bird-like voice you came, — 

Our parents bade you come. 

And when in later life we met, 
Old friendships were renewed; 

And 'round the past we linger yet. 
With trembling eyes bedewed ! 

We both have parted with the true, 
We both have said " Good-bye," 

And holy angels watch us too, 
And linger often nigh ! 

This sacred hour we will rejoice 

For all that God has given, 
And with a gladsome, hopeful voice. 

Will turn our eyes to Heaven. 

All hail again, this birthday thine; 

With joy and trust go on ! 
Long may it be ere life decline, 

And mortal work be done ! 



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MRS. HYDE. 

1795. June 27. ^ 1880. 

We welcome you, our honored one, 
As five and eighty years are won, 

This holy day ! 
Our prayers rise up to God in love, 
That mighty blessings from above 

May crown your way. 

Your friendship we have prized indeed, 
In hours of joy and times of need, 

A glorious dower ! 
In Church and home we've joined the hand 
In fellowship right true and grand, 

A massive tower ! 

Long may our lives on earth be spared, 
Loud be our mutual love declared, 

That all may hear ! 
And wJien at last the trump shall sound, 
And we the end of life have found, 

We '11 have no fear. 

And when we meet in God's own home, 
And when we've heard the Savior's " Come," 

We'll still be one ! 
Nothing shall break our union true ! 
Father, make it fresh and new, 

Through Christ, the Son ! 



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IN MEMORIAM. 

Miss VIOLA WATERMAN. 

All true and noble, holy, pure, 

Patient and gentle, strong; 
In faith, and trust, and love secure. 

Our hearts did round thee throng ! 

Ready for all, the cross to take, 

As counsellor and friend ; 
All private aims thou didst forsake. 

Thy blessings to extend. 

The young looked up to thee with pride. 

At once gave up the heart; 
It mattered not what might betide. 

If thou didst peace impart. 

And parents gave unto thy care 

The little ones so dear. 
And knew full well that thou would'st share 

In every joy and fear. 

When thou wert sick, all he9,rts did ache. 
And prayers went up to God 

That He might spare thy life, and take 
Away the heavy rod. 

But God knew best, and now we weep. 

We see thy face no more ! 
To Him who wakes thee out of sleep. 

We bow in solemn awe. 



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All safe with Him, the God of all, 

111 glor}' art thou crowned; 
And thou hast heard the final call, 

And angel robes hast found. 

Farewell ! farewell ! we 'U meet again, 
Where all our cares shall cease; 

And we must say a sad amen ! 
God, our faith increase! 



LENT. 

Foe forty days and nights, our Lord 
Passed out from mortal sight! 

And as the sacred men record, 
Stood firmly by the I'ight ! 

No Satan's arts could change his will, 
No tempter's wiles mislead ; 

He kept his heart serenely still. 
In the great hour of need. 

'• Get thee behind me," ci-ied he loud 

To the false offers made ; 
And on his soul there came no cloud, 
As he God's voice obeyed ! 

So all upheld by his command, 

And guided by his grace, 
Must ever hold his gracious hand. 

And gaze upon his face ! 



A FEW POEMS. 



LUCY CHILD. 



Our friend has passed away to God, 

Her work is done below; 
And now held up by Staff and Rod, 

She all things grand will know. 

Faithful were all her deeds and ways, 

Grentle and true her heart; 
Right nobly has she passed her days. 

For Christ has been her chart. 

She loved to do her very best, 

And tried to help us all, 
And, by the Rock of Ages blest, 

Her peace on us did fall. 

When sickness came, she bowed her head. 

And said. Thy will be done! 
Prostrate and helpless, on her bed 

A miu'iitv i>;race was won. 



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Friends beloved stood around and near, 
And helped her bear the blow; 

She filled them all with holy cheer. 
And sweet content did show. 

But now she's gone where joy is found. 

She v^aits for us AI»ove, 
And stands on consecrated ground. 

Saved by a God of Love. 



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IN :M E M R I A M . 

WINSLOW GAY, 

September 7, 1877. 

Again the voice of God is here ; 

Another dear one sleeps ; 
Yet God knows best, we will not fear, 

For He the loved one keeps. 

Father, help us in this our grief; 

A double blow thou'st given ! 
Oh, send thy voice, a sure relief, 

Right from the throne of heaven. 

Say, " Peace, be still ! " " Be of good cheer ! " 

The cloud shall soon depai't. 
If God and Christ are surely near, 

And gracious aid impart. 

Open ajar the gates above, 

Let angels come and go. 
All filled with peace and light and love, 

To chase away our woe. 

And in this band, oh, may we see 

The two* who've passed away. 
That now, by thine all-wise decree, 

Have found eternal day ! 

Their voice we'd hear, their presence feel, 

And know that all is right. 
And though they must their forms conceal, 

Give us a spirit sight ! 

* Geokgk Henry Gay, Jr., ob. June 12, 187?. 
WiNSLow Gay, ob. Sept. 5, 1S77. 



20 A FEW POEMS. 

But God knows best, to Him we leave 
Our cries, our wants, our tears; 
And all his blows in peace receive, 
And banish all our fears. 



EASTER POEM. 

Christ has risen, earth rejoice, 
Utter forth a glorious voice 

To God, the King ! 
And wc shall rise, the truth is grand, 
spread it wide throughout the land, 

And praises sing ! 

Christ has risen, and death no more 
Can bind us to the earthly shore, 

And chain the soul ! 
But time will yield itself a slave, 
And an eternal mercy crave, 

And lose control ! 

Christ has risen, and so shall all 
Who at his feet, repentant, fall, 

Ai-ise to peace ! 
And in that world of light above. 
Where God and Christ will reign in love. 

All care shall cease ! 

Christ has risen, and death has fled. 
And God a mighty grace will shed 

On all who pray ! 
Awake, each soul, and seek the light, 
And bless the Lord for thoughts so bright, 

This Easter day ! 



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PREPARED FOR THE FUNERAL OF MRS. 
GEORGE E. KING. 

She was gentle, loving, and true, 

And brave unto tlie last; 
And ever tried all things to do 

That to her lot were cast. 

When sickness came, without a sigh 

She took the burden up; 
And hardly asked the reason why 

God sent the fatal cup ! 

Weak, and more weak, she seemed to grow, 
We hoped, we feared, we prayed ! 

The future none of us could know. 
And yet we felt afraid ! 

But she, a long while, saw the end, 

And kept the secret still; 
And knew that God would safe defend 

And save her from all ill. 

At last the message quickly came ; 

It found her strangely calm, 
And in her heart a holy flame 

That kept otf all alarm. 

She bid farewell to dear ones near; 

A kiss of trust and love ! 
And went to God without a fear, 
Embosomed in his love. 
3 



22 A FEW POEMS. 

We'll say, God, " Thy will be done/' 
Though tears are falling fast ; 

And grant through Jesus Christ, thy Son, 
We all may meet at last. 



A PRAYER. 



Our Father guide, 
Our ways decide, 

This day ! 

To thee we come. 

Make us at home. 
We pray ! 

Give us thy light ; 

Show us the right; 
Help now ! 

Needy we cry, 
Hear thou our sigh. 

And vow ! 

Our sins forgive, 
And let us live 

All pure, 

And when we sleep 

In death, us keep 
Secure ! 



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FOR THE 99th BIRTHDAY OF MRS, HEWES. 

April 22nd, 1877. 

In one year more, a hundred years 

Our friend "beloved will see ! 
A time, how filled with joys and fears, 

A sacred harmony. 

The past, how dear to one so old ; 

The present, how gi-and ! 
And what shall future years unfold 

By God's all wise command ? 

We cannot tell how soon may come 

Tiie order to depart ! 
When God shall give another home 

To that true loving heart. 

But this we know, she waits God's will, 

And stands upon her guard ! 
And keeps her faith all calm and still, 

And calls no message hard. 

God grant we meet twelve months to-day. 

Her century to greet ! 
It is for Him alone to say. 

Whose mercies are complete. 

To Him, in Christ, we lift our praise, 

Who orders all things well ; 
He the holiest hopes will i-aise, 

The gravest fears dispel. 



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PRINCE ALBERT, 

Of Saxe Coburg and Gofha ; Long the Consort of H. R. M. Victoria. 
Queen of England and Empress of India. 

Many years in the past there went from earth 
A mind and a soul of celestial birth; 

Awliilc this mighty power remained below, 
And genial light did everywhere bestow; 

In two Countries was sent a holy flame, 

And iiearts all round the world gave loud acclaim ! 

Prince Albert is the one of wliom we speak, 
He was learned, true, lioly, brave and meek ; 

From budding youth, the highest aims he sought. 
And by his love the gentlest deeds were wrought. 

Royal in name, he had a regal soul, 

And kept upon himself a strict control. 

At proper age, in manhood's sacred power, 
In Grod's own time, at an auspicious hour, 

Victoria of England took his hand, 

And led him to her own deliglitful land ! 

Here two, like as one, walked the road of life, 
Full of the best counsels, with wisdom rife. 

But one sad day, the Prince, beloved of all,. 

Heard from the world above, the Father's call, 
Wrapped the mantle of peace around his heart, 

Was ready, as God said so, to depart ! 
But Oh, the grief of one whose love was deep, 

Her heart was broken, when he went to sleep ! 



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But now he surely lives, and grows more strong, 
And all his goodness docs around us throng; 

His influence will help, whilst time shall last; 
His gentle spirit on us all will cast 

A sweetness, a grace, and a holy calm. 

That over earth and Heaven will throw a charm ! 



GOD'S CHRISTMAS GIFT. 

God saw the nations sweeping by, 
And heard the people's anguished cry, 

'• give us light!" 
Out of the skies he sent a babe, 
The humble child in manger laid, 

A striking sight ! 

Wise men and shepherds marched to see, 
And to the babe they bent the knee. 

And presents gave ! 
A " star " stood where the child was found, 
And all the place seemed holy ground, 

To men so grave. 

- But now that child is Lord and King, 
And unto all will blessings bring. 

Who hear his voice ! 
He asks of each and all the heart, 
And ever will his grace impart; 
world rejoice I 
3* 



26 -■ A FEW POEMS. 

IN M E M O R I A M , 

DR. WINSLOW LEWIS.* 

He's gone from us, he's seen the " Eye, " 

The eye that ne'er grows dim ! 
The " Arcliitect " of earth and sky 

Will ever hallow him. 

He stands beneath the " Arch " of love, 

Is spared all future pain ! 
He meets the Seraphim above, 

Has found eternal gain. 

He's '' square " with man and cleansed by God, 

A " temple " of the King ! 
And now held up by " Staff" and " Rod, " 

His vespers will ho sing. 

The Grand Master who rules o'er all, 

Now covers him with light ! 
And at his " Altar " does he fall, 

Where all is pure and bright. 



lOOth BIRTHDAY OF MRS. HEWES. 

1778. 1878. 

Glory to God, our friend is spared 

A century to greet ! 
And God in mercy has declared 

This wondrous time complete ! 

* Dr. WiNSLOW Lewis was P. G. Master of the Massachusetts Lodge of 
Free and Accepted Masons. 



A FEW POEMS. 

Glory to Grod, for grace so ^iveu, 

And love so richly slied ; 
For all the light timt came from ITeaven, 

By which our friend was led ! 

Glory to God, for trials too, 

That disciplined her heart, 
And made her faith all strong and true,' 

And did great grace iuipai't! 

Glory to God, for coming days, 
Through Jesus Christ, the Son 1 

And let us all our prayers upraise 
For this dear a<2;cd one! 



A DAY LOST. 



(A Koman Emperor says, "that day is lost on which some good deed is 
not performed.'-) 

COUNT that day lost that sees no duty done; 
No brave battles fought, and no victories won; 
No great sins put down, no mighty truths attained; 
No base passions lost, no solid virtues gained. 

count that day lost that finds thee not awake. 
And ready for all things good for Jesus' sake. 
Day lost indeed, unless thou'rt ashamed to stay 
Where thorns and thistles disfigure all the way. 

count that day lost that leads thee not to God, 
Hard though be the pains, and sharp though be the rod ; 
That finds thee not the more holy and more strong, 
And afraid of nothing but the path of wrong. 



28 A FEW POEMS. 

1770. 1879. 

ALBERT THORWALDSEN.* 

Dedicated to H. li. M. Christian, King of Denmarli. 

In seventeen seventy, do we see 

One took his birth by an all-wise decree, 

Near Ruisciawich town, made famous then, 

Because God sent tiie infant Tliorwaldsen ! 

And could the people have his future seen, 

His brow they'd crowned with "laurel evergreen" ! 

The "Academy of Arts" took the child, 

So o-entle. true, and pure and undefilcd, 

When only twelve, and gave him for a guard 

And teacher, the famous Abildgaard! 

Five years later, a silver prize he won. 

For faithful service given and work well done. 

In two years more, when nineteen years of age, 
A gold medal came to this youthful sage, 
For a learned piece that he had written 
Of onet who was from the temple driven ! 
So, too, he took a prize at twenty-three. 
Five hundred thalers his, by wise decree ! 

In seventeen ninety-six, he, at Rome, 
Made for himself with joy a genial home, 
Yet hardly knew what in the world to try : 
Painting and statuary charmed his eye, — 

* Albert Thorwai.dsen was born near Raisciawich, Denmark, 
Nov. 19, 1770, and died in Copenhagen, March 25, 1844. 
t Heliodorus. 



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But works in the Vatican did he meet 

That made him strive with sculptors to compete. 

•'Jason" was the first piece that gave him fame, 
Thomas Hope the man who made known his name ;■ 
Copies from the Greek brought him mighty power ; 
He had the praise of all in genial shower, — 
But, for the greater token of his hand, 
See the statue of Christ, so true and grand ! 

See the Apostles, too, and the '-preaching 
Of St. John" ! all these the people teaching! 
And Pius the Seventh did almost speak 
As he his form with skill from stone did break; 
And other works his genius led to birth. 
Which, by his art, have glorified the earth ! 

King Frederick made him a noble too, 
And other nations sent him honors new; 
And everywhere came glories thick and fast 
That by loving hearts on his name were cast; 
So that he reached the highest point of power, 
And, 'mongst all artists, was a massive tower ! 

From Copenhagen he went up to God, 
Was quickly called by death's unyielding rod ; 
Sad was the year, in eighteen forty-four, 
When Thorwaldsen was on the earth no more ! 
Kings wept, and all men bowed in bitter grief, 
As that mighty sentinel found relief! 



30 A PEW POEMS. 



1617. 1880. 

MURILLO.* 

Dedicated to the King and Queen of Spain. 

In Spain's fair land, and many years ago, 

At Seville, came the famous Murillo; 
A gifted child from his earliest age, 

Good and modest, gentle and pure and sage, 
With all his artistic powers strong and great, 

By " Castillo '' nourished to royal state 
With •' Moya " and " Cano " to stir him up. 

To take from coming fame the fullest cup. 

When twenty years of age, with skilful hand. 

Two j\[adonnas sprang forth at his command, 
That proved a genius resting in his brain. 

Which a deeper study would tz'uide and train, 
And to Madrid, friendless and poor he went; 

Three years of hardest work, he richly spent, 
Helped by Velasquez, a most noble friend. 

Whose favors only with his life did end. 

In sixteen forty-five, he tliought it best 

Once more at home his mighty powers to test; 

Little by little did he grow more grand, 
Bringmg fresh glory to his native land ; 

That he might increase his power more and more, 
He steered his bark to wedlock's holy shore; 

*'riie royal tlianks of the King of Spain were sent in recognition of this poem. 



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Dona Soloinayor became liis wife, 

And made him rich and noble all his life ! 

It was ill sixteen fortyci^'lit he wed, 

And to tlio Cinirch the best of women led ; 
And he stood confessed in just six years more, 

The leading painter on tiie Spanish shore: 
Tlie last work he gave to a waiting world. 

That celestial beauty and love unfurled, 
Was St. Catherine, — a betrothal too, 

That started wonders great and praises new. 

On April third, in sixteen eighty-two, 

God plaiidy said, '-There's nothing more to do"; 
lie fell asleep, and went to joy above, 

Was blessed and crowned by the Almighty's love; 
And all the people felt a holy one 

Had left his work on earth right grandly done; 
Then farewell Murillo, a long farewell, 

To loving hearts thy virtues will we tell. 

And to Spain's King and Queen, thy name we give, 

Praying its mighty gi'ace with them may live. 
And to their reign a holy treasure prove. 

Covering all their steps with peace and love ! 
And whilst their Kingdom's watched by thee in Heaven, 

Thou in all the Churches has left a leaven 
That must bring joy, and light, and splendid power. 

And shed great blessings in a genial shower. 



32 A FEW POEMS. 

IX MEM OR I AM. 

ELIZABETH W. EVERETT, 

(Wife of P. L. Everett, Esq.) 

Ob. Feb. 22, 1875. 
''Wife," '■'Mot/ier," ''Daughter" "Friend:'' ' 

God, wiiy ? Wilt Thou tell us why ? 

It is not for us to say ; 
Yet hear Thou now the heart's sharp cry, 

As we miss the wife today. 

God, wliy ? Still Thy way is best, 
Whilst we wonder, weep, adore ! 

"And wilt Thou give our Mother rest?" 
The dear children now implore. 

God, why ? Still we know 'tis love I 
We will wait in trust and peace ! 

Whilst parents ask, for child above, 
The care that will never cease. 

God, why ? Ah, large numbers cry 
0, why hast Tiiou sent this blow ? 

Yet none can tell the reason why ! 
It is not for us to know ! 

But nnto Thee, through Christ, the Son, 
Yield we up the stricken will; 

And let us hear, Gracious One, 
Out of the cloud, "Peace, be still !" 



A FEW POEMS. 



IN MEMORIAM. 



Thy will be done ! this is our crj 

In our repeated blows ! 
For peace with Tiiee, God, most high, 

And grace with mercy flows. 

Thy will must make the dark all bright, 

And take all care away ; 
And prove to all. Thy way is right. 

And be a staif and stay ! 

With Thee, a mother-^ rests in peace, 

By dear ones gone before ; 
And daily will her love increase 

On that eternal shore. 

And brother,! too, was quickly called 

To leave this world of pain ; 
And, whilst our hearts were all enthralled, 

Then thou didst call again ! 

And father J went to Thee above, 

Whilst lonely we are left; 
O help thou those, thou God of love, 

Whom thou hast so bereft! 



*JIrs. Dutton, 

tH. W. Dutton, Jr. 

JH. W. Dutton, Sen. All passed to GolI within a '"ew weeks. 



34 A FEW POEMS. 

Thy will ! Ah, only what is best 
We know thou wilt impart; 

For ever dost thou grant thy rest 
Unto the broken heart. 

April 15, 1875. 



OUR DEPARTED ONES. 

Strange murmurs from the other land, 
Strike right across the heart ; 

And all around, a spirit band, 
Their cheering light impart. 

Voices that were hushed long ago. 

Again arouse our soul ; 
And the tears will unbidden flow, 

As echoes round us roll. 

Yes, with us by faith's sacred call, 
And by hope's blessed way ! 

They will visit us, each and all, 
By night, as well as day. 

It is an inward power they bring, 
These dear ones from above ! 

It is in angel tones they sing. 
All full of peace and love ! 

Along with Jesus at our side, 
Their constant help they give ; 

And they in Him all trust confide ! 
So would they have us live. 



A FEW POEMS, 35 



CHRISTMAS POEM. 

Hearts waited for the natal clay, 
Wlicn sill and shame would fly away, 

And Christ be born ! 
Law would not light and peace impart. 
And calm and sanctify the heart, 

No peace did dawn ! 

Prophets spoke of a better time. 
When beauty would on Zion shine. 

And joy arise ! 
Almighty God did tarry long, 
And faith was weak that once was strong, 

And deep the sighs ! 

But all at once a Star appeared. 

And those rejoiced who once had feared, 

For Christ had come ! 
Though the Lord in a manger laid, 
In glory great He was arrayed, 

The world His home. 

But now, how strange, we seek Him not. 
How soon by human hearts forgot, 

And sot aside ! 
God, this lioly Christinas morn. 
Again let Jesus Christ be born, 

fj'it/iin reside. 



36 A FEW POEMS. 

And when our human race is run, 
And all our mortal work is done, 

Let Jesus reign ! 
Our souls may Jesus take and keep, 
And wake us up from death, called sleep. 

And all reclaim. 



ANNIVERSARY POEM. 

Thy children gathered hero in love 
Would look, God, to thee above; 

For grace would pray ! 
Enrich our mind, inspire our heart, 
And unto each and all impart 

True peace, this day I 

While flowers we bring with earnest praise, 
We would to thee our cry upraise 

For strength and light ! 
help us by thy mighty hand, 
And make us all, by thy command, 

Pursue the right I 

May all we say, and think, and do, 
Be earnest, sacred, lioly, true, 

And filled with power ! 
Let glory now from Heaven descend. 
Let angel-guards our Church defend, 

And bless this hour 1 



I 



A FEW POEMS. 



GRACE, MERCY, PEACE. 

A. SUPPLICATION. 

Grace, mercy, peace, Father, send, 
As we, thy humble children, bend, 
In love and trust, before thy throne, 
And all thy faithful goodness own. 

Thy grace, that all our fears may fly. 
That hushed may be the sinner's sigh ; 
And all our hopes, in joy, arise 
To thee, the God of earth and skies. 

Let Mercy, too, procure us rest. 
The grandest of thy gifts confessed ; 
And may we all, in trusting love. 
Gain all our strength from thee above. 

let thy Peace begin to tread 
On weary hearts, by folly led ; 
That we renewed, may find a light 
That keeps us steady to the right. 

All this we ask through Christ, the Son, 
Our truest Friend, thy chosen One ! 
And grant our prayer, God, we crave, 
For thou alone hast power to save. 
4* 



38 A FEW POEMS. 



94th BIRTHDAY OF MR. THADDEUS ALLEN. 

To flay Mr. Thaddeus Allen, father of Mr. Joseph H. Allen, clerk of the 
South Boston Municipal Court, and of Mr. James Allen of the City Regis- 
trar's Office, celebrates his 94th birthday. The venerable gentleman steps 
about town every day as erect as a man of 40, and is a loyal and devoted 
Republican. Two years ago Mr. Allen was confined to his bed for several 
weeks, lying most of the time apparently in a calm sleep and unconscious 
of pain. His family daily expected his dissolution, but he rose with renewed 
strength, and has now as rosy a complexion as a blooming maiden. He 
will receive his friends this afternoon and evening at his residence on F 
street. At an early hour this morning he had several congratulatory 
callers. To-night Mr. Joseph H. Allen will read the following verses, com- 
posed by Kev. C. D. Bradlee, of Harrison Square, and former pastor of the 
patriarch. 

1786. 94. 1880. 

May 14th. 

Ninety-four years, thy child, Lord, 

Has spent his life on earth, 
And would with tiianks this day record 

Thy mercies from his birth. 

His joys, from thy bestowing hand, 

Have lighted up his days ; 
His cares, by thine all-wise command, 

Have sanctified his ways. 

And still he asks for guidance true, 
Through Jesus Ciirist, thy Son ; 

And ever would his faith renew 
In him, the " Holy One." 

And when, Lord, the bell shall ring 

That calls him up to thee. 
Oh, then may holy angels sing 

Their welcome jul)ileo ! 



A PEW POEMS. 39 

A GENERAL AND A SPECIAL PROVIDENCE. 

God is around and with us all the time, 

Makins^ the soul a most glorious clime; 

Watching o'er the heart witii a mighty power, 

And keeping it from danger, hour by hour. 

A general Providence, in the sky ; 

A special Providence, and strangely nigh ! 

We love to think He rules by laws so old 

The years they 'vc lasted, none can now unfold. 

And yet we feel so mighty is his love, 

Eacii name is written in the " Book" above. 

God wound up the world from the start, we know, 

But each day his life makes it onward go. 

1 see Him ruling on the throne of light ! 

I know each hour He makes my life more bright. 

I do not lose my God in the dim space, 

Every instant I feel his blessed grace. 



IN ME MORI AM. 

REV. NATHANIEL HALL. 

He has gone to a holy rest ; 

In Heaven, an angel now; 
All robed in light, amongst the blest, 

A crown upon his brow. 

He was all peaceable and good. 
True, and holy, and pure ! 

Nourished on earth by angels' food, 
With faith in God secure. 



40 A FEW POEMS. 

Gone now, we know, to greater peace, 
Still with a God of love; 

Never shall his influence cease 
To lure our souls above. 

Farewell, dear pastor, brother, friend ! 

Not, not gone forever. 
Our ways attend, our steps defend. 

Sacred presence ever. 



MY CREED. 



To God I look, the Judge of all, 

My Father and my King ! 
While at his feet I humbly fall, 

And gratefui praises bring. 

In Christ I trust, God's Son, I know, 
The life, the truth, the way ; 

And in whatever place I go 
My solace and my stay I 

God's Spirit is my comfort sure, 

In all the steps I take ; 
And all things I can well endure, 

If that my conscience wake ! 

The " Holy Book," God's blessed truth, 

Is all the "creed" I know; 
My help and light from early youth. 

My peace in joy and woe. 



A FEW POEMS. 41 



1446. 1879 

PERUGINO PIETRO. 

Pei'ugino Pietro was born in Cittii Dt'lhi Pieve, Italy, in 1446, and 
died in 15-24. 

At Citta Delia Piove. one day 

In fourteen forty-six, God gave to earth 

A little one, for whom there seemed no way 
To break through want that hedged liis birth; 

No room for hope, no kindling I'ay. 

Peruglno Pietro was the child 

And grand Italian shores his native land, 
And some holy angel, all good and mikl, 

Came down from Heaven with gracious wand, 
And marked him great and undefiled. 

First in Perugia he learned his trade, 
And there he marched towards a glory true; 

But Florence soon a claim upon him made, 
And asked for gifts both bright and new! 

And he at once with joy obeyed. 

His works are seen in every famous place, 

At Siena, Vallombrosa, and Rome; 
Florence and Perugia feel their grace ; 

Ah! everywhere he was at home; 
Not any spot could he disgrace! 

Pupils he took and taught them grandly well. 

And all their names are heard throughout the world ; 

Poets their praises and sweet love do tell, 
Flags of all nations arc unfurled ; 

All stand mute, by their magic spell. 



42 A FEW POEMS. 

The noble Rapliael was one he taught, 

And that clear soul was prostrate at liis feet ! 

And what strange wonders such a mind has wrought; 
What misihty power is thus complete, 

What splendid blessings thus are brought ! 

Perugino in fifteen twenty-four 

Passed away foiever from mortal sight, 

And his holy genius shall shine no more, 
Nor siied its gracious charming light, 

On our all-changing, fading shore ! 



WHERE IS GOD, 
and how can we find Him? 

Can any one tell where our God may be found? 
Has He left anywhere, a mark or a sound ? 
Is He high up in Heaven, above the blue sky, 
Looking down on us all, and counting each sigh? 

Or is He here with us, and almost in sight. 
And ever quite near us, by day and by night? 
Or is He right in us, and close to the heart, 
A light and a strength, and a peace, and a chart ? 

He is beyond us, and above the blue sky; 
He is at our side, and will always seem nigh; 
And He fills the whole soid of all who do well, 
And right graciou.^- truths to his children will tell! 

But how can we find Him, and where is his home? 
He is known in one way, through Jesus He'll come ! 
And those who make Je.^us their trust and their light. 
Will find the dear Fathei', all safe and all right! 



A FEW POEMS. 43 

GEORGE H. GAY, JR. 
June 14, 1877. 

Sad arc the hearts met liere to-day, 

And lioavy is our g-ricf; 
Be thou, God, the light and way 

Unto a sure relief. 

In prime of life, at manhood's hour, 

This heavy IjJow lias come ; 
And jjarents dear did feel tliy power, 

When thou didst call him home. 

They loved him much, they hardly know 

Why they should give him up ! 
But wilt thou, Father, gently show 

How they shall drink the cup? 

And let them lo(jk riglit through the gate 

That leads to Thee above ) 
And may they see his royal state 

All hallowed by thy love. 

And guardian angel let him be 

Over their home and heart; 
May he by thine all-wise decree, 

A daily grace impart. 

Let fathei", mother, brothers dear, 

All bow unto thy will ] 
And calm each thought, and stay each fear, 

And speak thy " Peace, be still!" 



44 A FEW POEMS. 

God, at last, unite us all 

Where no more tears are shed ; 

And let thy love upon us fall ; 
May we by grace be fed. 



MISS M. A. ETHERIDGE. 

1800. June 11th. 1880. 

We greet you, friend, this holy night. 
When eighty years are yours by right, 
And pray that God his peace may send 
And mighty blessings without end. 

From early years we 've seen your face. 
And felt your friendship, by God's grace ! 
Our parents, too, no longer here. 
Were bound by bonds forever dear. 

A gracious band, above, below. 
Do now theii' sacred peace bestow; 
And saints on earth, and saints above, 
Give tokens of their tender love. 

So heart with heart, and hand in hand, 
We '11 pass our days, by God's command ; 
And stand on guard, till called away 
Where care shall cease, and night is day. 



A FEW POEMS. 45 



COSMO DE MEDICI.* 

1389. 1879. 

Out from the sliadows of the past, we find 
Great minds and souls, both noble and refined, 
Richer far than our comnion mortal life. 
With splendid gains, and mighty glories rife, 
That send an echo bounding through all time 
And in every age have a genial cliTue ! 

In thirteen eighty-nine God gave us all 
Cosmo, on whom His mighty grace did fall, 
Whose spirit seemed to have a lasting light, 
That no eclipse of time could shroud with night ! 
He came to needy hearts a peace to bring. 
And made tlie weakened ones rejoice and sing! 

First a Prior of Florence lie was made, 

And in robes of office with joy arrayed ; 

And he ruled with skill, and was brave and true, — 

In sound judgment was equalled by but few ! 

As "Banker" too, and master of finance, 

To make a fortune he improved his chance. 

His house was regal, and he oped his door 
To artists, and all who were skilled in lore; 
Even from Greece, to him they fled for care, — 
Of his large comforts had a blessed share; 

* Thanks were sent from Hujibert 1st, the King of Italy, on tlie reception 
of this poem. 



46 A FEW POEMS. 

His love a refuge was to all who came, — 
By liis goodness he glorified his name ! 

In fourteen forty-three, a mighty change 
Gave to his massive soul a larger range ; 
For rulers new, seizing the power of state, 
Sent a great cloud a while upon his fate, 
And banished too he was away from home ; 
In unfamiliar spots he had to roam. 

At Venice he lived for about a year, 

Giving to all his friends a holy cheer; 

The same heart in exile was daily seen, 

And all the struggling ones his love did screen ! 

Not long was he allowed to be away. 

And much holier counsels soon had sway. 

He was called back in fourteen forty-four, 
And ruled his people thirty years or more; 
Such splendor and dignity did he show, 
All things prosperous to those lands did flow, 
And good old Florence stood in honor high. 
And loomed up in glory to every eye ! 

In fourteen sixty-four he went to God, — 

Was struck out from earth by death's mystic rod. 

" Father of his country " was called by all, — 

Honors heavy upon his name did fall ; 

And ever since the echoes of his love 

Have filled the earth beneath and Heaven above ! 



A FEW POEMS. 47 

PRAYER FOR DYING ONES. 

All trembling on the bridge of time, 

Tliy children waiting stand ; 
Wjlt thou, Father, a holy chime 

Send from the promised land. 

All wearied with the race of life, 

Soon to cross the river; 
Thy children in this mighty strife, 

Lord, wilt thou deliver? 

All faint and sick, yet strong in love. 

These pilgrims on life's brink, 
Look up to Thee, their King above ! 

do not let thein shrink. 

But take their hand, and shield their heart, 

And till them with thy peace ; 
And do thou mighty aid impart, 

As mortal life shall cease. 



IN MEMO 11 1 A M . 

Hon. HENRY WILSON, 

Vice-President of the United States. 

He was brave, honest, good and true, 

Holy, and just, and kind ; 
Equalled on earth by very few, 

Havino: a master mind. 



A PEW POEMS. 

From liHmble ranks, with power he rose 

To stations higli and grand; 
Each place he filled did grace disclose, 

And g^eniits at command. 

With face alight, and words at will, 
And voice all clear and strong, 

He did the crowd with wonder fill. 
Holding no truce with wrong. 

And when at last tlie summons came, 

To which we all must yield, 
It mot him at tite height of fame, 

Right on the battle field. 

Farewell, thou mighty one and great, 

Thy work is nobly done ! 
We weep, and watch, and mourn, and wait; 

But thou all peace hast won. 



IX MEMORIAM. 

MRS. BAYFIELD. 

Our loved one is at home to-day ; 

She rests in peace witli God; 
And Christ, the rock, shall be her stay, 

Her life, her staff, her rod 1 

No more shall pain her steps attend. 

Nor weariness oppress ; 
For angels will her way defend, 

And nothing can distress. 



A FEW POEMS. 49 

A crown is placed upon her brow; 

Her soul is clothed in peace ; 
And visions holy bless her now, 

That never can decrease. 

She who on earth spread gracious light. 

And peace, and strength, and love, 
Has found a record sure and bright, 

In the great " Book " above. 

God welcomes her an angel born ; 

Freed spirits grasp her hand ; 
And he, our Lord, who calmed the storm, 

Does holy rest command. 

Farewell, thou tried one, gentle, true, 

Afiectionate and kind ! 
We now in tears thy life review, 

And sterling; virtues find. 



ALL-SOULS' DAY. 

Come back, ye dear ones, loved by all, 
Come back, this " All-Souls' Day," 

And* hear the heart's devoted call, 
And with us briefly stay. 

Come, prophets, martyrs of the past, 

Apostles of the Lord, 
All gracious blessings on us cast, 

And mighty help afford ! 
5* 



50 A FEW POEMS, 

Come, wife and husband, parent, child, 
Brother, sister and friend, 

With garments white and undefiled ; 
Our waiting Iiearts defend ! 

Tell us that you are safe with God ; 

Fill us with holy peace ; 
Give one and all a staff and rod. 

And Oh, our faith increase. 

Lead us to Christ, the gracious King, 
Your guide, our life and light ! 

And to each saddened heart, bring 
A new and blessed sight ! 



IN MEMORIAM. 

My heart is sad to-day, I know not why, 

Save a few days ago a star did fall. 

And light and joy were gone from heart and eye. 

And shadows seemed to creep on one and all ! 

Sick ones wept aloud for the friend no more 
To meet them in the hour of want and pain, 
For the one who had left the earthly shore, 
Whom in the flesh they ne'er should greet again. 

Those who joined in Iiis daily deeds of love, 
Who sought his help, to whom he looked for light. 
Gazed sadly at the open gate above. 
As, all at once, he vanished from their sight. 



A PEW POEMS. 51 

AH those that knew him well, at home, abroad, 
Cheered by his word, and guided by his skill, 
Were bowed in grief, as summoned by the Lord, 
Higher he went, a greater place to fill ! 

My Iieart is sad to-day, but God knows best 
Why one so dear to all was called away 
From things of time, to peace, and love, and rest, 
And all the splendors of eternal day. 



THE NEW YEAR. THE OLD YEAR. 

1876. 1877. 

The Old year is going, — "good-bye," let us say, 
To its joys and its griefs that haunt us this day ! 
The New Year is coming, — "All hail," let us cry, 
And fresh rules of our lives again let us try. 

The Old Year is going, and sad is our heart; 
With work but half finished, we from it must part. 
The New Year is coming, again we will pray 
We may round off each task as God gives the day. 

The Old Year is going, God wipe off the wrong 
That to each one's heart does most surely belong ! 
The New Year is coming, God speed on the right, 
And flood our poor souls with his all-cleansing light! 

The Old Year is going, farewell to our friend ! 
Grand was thy coming, and most calm is thy end. 
The New Year comes quickly, we hope for the best ! 
We'll do all we can, and trust God for the rest. 



52 A FEW POEMS. 



A SICK PERSON'S PRAYER. 

Lord, cure me by thy healinjr hand; 

Thy gracious aid biing near; 
And all my pains wilt thou command 

At once to disappear ! 

Spare thou my life for many years; 

All weakness take away; 
Anoint my hopes, dismiss my fears ; 

Thy holy power display ! 

And when I shall again get well, 

And feel my strength return, 
All foolish doubts wilt thou dispel; 

Let faith within me burn ! 

Refresh my heart, and bless my will, 

And make me wholly Thine; 
And daily ou my soul distil 

Thy holy dew, divine ! 

And thus through sickness make me strong 

Li body, soul and mind ; 
For unto thee does grace belong, 

And thou art always kind ! 



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BAPTISMAL HYMN. 

Helen Curtis Bratilee, Jacob Weld Seaveh, and Susax Seaver, 
received baptism at the liands of Rev. E. E. Hale, Dec. 25th, 1875. 
The following Hymn was written in commemoration of the event. 

God, on this, a holy day, 

Dear ones to Thee we give; 
Be thou their guide, and staff, and stay, 

Whilst they on earth shall live. 

Their steps attend, their way defend, 

And cover them with light : 
And may thy love in peace descend, 

And glorify their sight. 

Christ's chosen ones, may they prove, 

And let them comfort all ; 
And in their lives thy spirit move. 

And grace upon them fall. 

May near and dear ones, now with Thee, 

Be angels at their side ; 
"Watching their souls by thy decree. 

And ever near abide. 

And when their earthly race is run. 

And life below shall cease, 
0, with the Father and the Son, 

Grant them eternal peace '. 



54 A FEW POEMS. 

TO KING HUMBERT, OF ITALY. 

After the Death of Victor Immanuel. 

All hail, King Humbert, to the royal throne ; 
Grief that through tears, the mighty place you've won ; 
Joy for the splendid power that now you wield, 
Whilst on a bier we place our loving shield ! 

Great work and glorious you have to do, 
Grand powers are given sovereigns brave and true. 
Long may thy reign be, ever strong and wise, 
Late be the day that calls thee to the skies. 

From many souls do earnest prayers ascend, 
That noblest blessings may thy steps attend. 
" God bless the King and Queen," do many crave, 
And daily all their steps from danger save. 



POEM. 



We have but one Leader, Christ Jesus, the Lord, 
We'll join in his praises with gracious accord ; 
May all Churches love the one Guide to proclaim, 
And write on their banners the Saviour's blest name. 

With Jesus as Leader, Defender, and Guide, 
The other great doctrines we will not decide ; 
But we'll leave to each Church its own special plea, 
And each one shall speak it as each one shall see. 

We'll all look to Heaven as a right blessed home, 
We'll all do our best whilst on earth we shall roam; 
We'll love one another forever and aye; 
And '■ God bless all Churches " we daily will pray. 



